(a tale of goodbye)
I know this is not the end
but, it feels like it.
Patiently I wait until we perform
our last scene together.
Possess by the passions of
two star-crossed lovers,
our enactment brought silence
over the room.
Anxiety flushes over me
as we take our final bow
and the curtain closes.
Secretly my heart hopes for
a standing ovation, even an encore.
I yearn for one last moment
to spend with you in our short story.
Sorrow engulfs my entire being.
My body starts rejecting
the thought of losing you.
As I look into your eyes, I reflect back on
how beautiful we were together.
I question...
Can we add another scene?
Why does it have to end?
~Butterfly εїз 2011©
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
(a tale of goodbye)
I know this is not the end
but, it feels like it.
Patiently I wait until we perform
our last scene together.
Possess by the passions of
two star-crossed lovers,
our enactment brought silence
over the room.
Anxiety flushes over me
as we take our final bow
and the curtain closes.
Secretly my heart hopes for
a standing ovation, even an encore.
I yearn for one last moment
to spend with you in our short story.
Sorrow engulfs my entire being.
My body starts rejecting
the thought of losing you.
As I look into your eyes, I reflect back on
how beautiful we were together.
I question...
Can we add another scene?
Why does it have to end?
~Butterfly εїз 2011©
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